rbsn ~ excursive

was on the phone when i saw a spider crawl down the nubby covering of my couch-arm. [insert typical shudder-reaction upon seeing insect]. i let it go. and i’m not sure if that’s cuz it’s me acting out my outlook on life (live, let live, as long as you’re not getting into my stuff) or, more simply, i’m scared shitless of squashing anything that’s got more crawly legs than me. oh ew.